Templar Assassin Male Perspective

What is a Templar? Simply put it is a guardian of a temple. We think of temples as a physical place of religious devotion. Lanaya stands at no door nor does she follow any sect. She is the sole vanguard to a beacon of knowledge. Countless answers to every question known to man, troll, beast and scholar. Any inquiry can be answered provided one has access. Alas, some questions cannot be answered. Many things in life are that of self-discovery and content. Lanaya asks much deeper questions than most of mankind ever ponders. Her train of though and pursuits of knowledge have deprived her completely of any self-knowing. When the temple is asked: “What am I?” It answers: “Discovery.” That is what brings us to this day. Lanaya lies clad in shadows, ready to explore herself.

Everyone reaches a point in their life where nothing unusual happens. You get ensnared in the lull of repetitive tasks and a laid back way of living. You are no exception. A bachelor living alone, you always felt your life missed a deeper connection with another human being. Something unexplainable. You have tried hard to reach out to others, falling in love at first sight to many feminine beauties. Depressed, you have given up on ever finding a companion. You keep yourself company by taking long walks to clear your head. Is it destiny that weaves Lanaya into your life? Possibly a decree from the all-knowing temple.

Lanaya springs her trap, ensnaring you in place with a psionic force. Thick pink strands connected to a rune on the floor gloss whenever you flex your arms. Is this real? You spend what feels like your last moments wondering what will come of you. Will your body be found in a river? Will your family miss you?

Almost on cue, a mirage springs from the earth. A woman in an oriental cuirass. Her brazier is trimmed with gold and her face is covered by a thin veil. What isn’t covered is powdered with a white sheen. Her eyes are painted pink in a diamond half covered by her mask. You can make out her lips and nose underneath. A vermillion gem is prominently inscribed atop her forehead. A long ebony ponytail bound by lavender threads runs down her back along with a set of neatly parted bangs. You avert your gaze from her effeminate features to various tidbits of rubble and debris floating around her. Whoever this person is, she isn’t normal.

She poises herself ready to defend as if you can break your bindings at any point and attack her. After an awkward minute, she takes a step forward. Her hands emit a ray of pink energy that appear to be the same as your shackles. Her approach is steady, but her hesitance hinders it. With a flick of her wrist, your bindings tighten and force you to hunch forward. Inches away from her face, you can smell a very rich perfume emanate from her clothing. She holds her hand forward and caresses your cheek. The purple energies rather than harm you, meld into your face. It feels strangely warm and electric. She brings her hand down your jaw and pinches your chin, pressing it left and right like a doctor inspecting a patient. Another twirl of her off hand pulls your back upright. She runs her fingers through your thick hair. Has she never seen another man before? “I have slain many of your archetype, but never seen one so close.” Lanaya retorts. Has she been reading your mind this whole time? Dead silence leaves your question in air.

Her assault continues as she prods your muscles and clothing. Awkward as it may be, it turns you on. Nothing too visible… yet. She grabs your chin. “Would you be so kind?” At least she has some sense of privacy. You open your mouth, and give her a good look for whatever reason. Still holding your chin, she takes her other hand and runs her nails along your teeth. She then invites her thumb in your maw and pinches below your tongue. It doesn’t hurt, but you salivate quite a bit. Retracting her fingers, she releases your chin and pulls down the front of her mask. She dribbles the opaque liquid between her fingers. She samples your saliva, giving a satisfied hum. “Yes… You will do nicely.” She cackles and gives a weak smile before covering her face again. Twirling her hand, your body arches forward. Your lips lock in a kiss. The thin fabric between you and Lanaya does not hinder the experience. Your tongues press against each other, contorting to the now dampened cloth. She suckles your lips, feeling over the hills and valleys of your mouth. Through the entire kiss, you can feel her hot breath flush over your face. Her eyes become lidded and give her a much more seductive appeal. Lanaya’s cheeks flush red with desire.

Her mask is no longer the only thing damp. Her panty line is quite wet with need. She clenches her fist, and your body falls back. Templar catches you with whatever psionic force she uses before you hit the ground. She sits on your legs in a nomadic fashion holding you in place. Lanaya presses the palm of her hand on your trousers and begins a much more erotic massage. Your cock swells in your pants, pressing hard against them. She unzips your Levis and lets your member free. It swings up and stands at full mast. Templar instinctively leans back away from it, having never seen a penis before. Her look transforms into anticipation as she reaches for your package. Her hands hesitantly glow over your shaft with their warmth and energy. She retracts her hands and places them on her own breasts. You can make out her erect nipples even underneath their brazier. Fixated on your cock, Lanaya leans forward and presses you between her tits. You gasp and shudder in pleasure, having not felt the touch of a woman like this in ages. You can still feel the electric pulse from her hands through her breasts and onto your member. Her eyes lock with yours, and she begins to rub. She starts with a wave like motion starting from the base and pressing up and around. As the aggression continues, she switches things up and grinds by alternating the direction. Your foreskin pulses across her breasts as things get hot and heavy. Lanaya never subsides her assault, even as she alternates her work. She slides the palm of her hand between your chest and cock, helping press you deeper between her lovely bosoms.

With a groan of frustration. Lanaya reaches behind her back and releases a clasp holding her brazier tight. Unrestricted, her naked breasts roll freely over your crotch. You can feel her nipples press through your clothing hard as a rock. She curls one arm over her chest and around her tits, clenching them tighter around your shaft. She slides her other hand between your abdomen and member, keeping you pressed into her melons. She grinds on your cock, determined to mine your seed. Her flawless technique devolves into a fervent grip on your erection. She clenches her fists and presses onto her breasts with much more determination and vigor. Your moans tell her all she needs to hear and she turns up the pace. No longer able to hold out, your cock swells with juices and sprays thick ropes of seed on both your shirt and her breasts. She backs away from your member as you ejaculate, startled by this virgin experience.

Still shackled, her hands shake as she swabs your semen from her naked breasts. She feels the texture between her fingers much like before. She hesitantly pulls down the bridge of her mask and quivers at your thick juices painted between her fingers. Lanaya tastes your sample. The silence is unsettling. You can hear her swish your extract between her gums. Her shuddering is definitely not a good sign. With almost rabid intent, she tears the mask from her face and looks for more of your ejaculate. She dabs what is left from her chest on her fingers and sucks it all down. She breaks her composure completely and licks the rest from your shirt. After Lanaya finishes devouring as much of your seed as she can, she takes your shirt off and huffs its rich scent, still fresh with your juice. A cackle, and a friendly smile tell you she is far from over.

Lanaya stands on her feet, towering over you. A few more clasps and buttons are undone. She discards all her armor save her gauntlets and shoes. A naked Templar brings your once spent member back into business and ready to ride. Wielding you like a puppet, she tugs on your bindings and swings your body upright. She leans forward and spreads her legs, exposing her soaked cunt to the fresh air. As much as you would love to plow her lovely flower, she stays in control. A tug pulls you closer to her waiting nethers. Your cock presses between her legs right under her vagina. With each pulse she shudders in ecstasy. Her liquids leak down and lubricate your shaft even before entry. With a clench of her arm, Lanaya arches her back and pulls you inside her.

A tight fit doesn’t keep her from sucking you in as best she can. With each pump, you can see her struggle to fit more of your member inside. A minute into the fucking, she pulls you out and reaches back with one hand. “For protection.” A pink shield covers your cock, serving as a makeshift condom. It increases your girth and length slightly. You observe the sleeve curiously for a moment before being pulled right back inside. Whatever this shield is starts to do more than advertised. The static sensation of the psionic energies make your shaft pulse wilder than before. It works wonders for Lanaya as well. Even more satisfied, her lidded eyes roll back and her tongue hangs loosely. The sensations must be making her lose focus. Her shackles begin losing strength. As her arms spasm wildly, her psionic blades slice through the telekinetic threads releasing your torso from her entrapment. That is enough for you to work with.

You take control and grab her flailing ponytail. A tug of her hair pulls you hem deep. She gasps at your full hilt diving into her needy cunt. Pinned on your cock, you release her ponytail and grab around her chest, feeling her generous breasts with your bare hands. Lanaya is pumping best as she can off the ground, throwing whatever little self-control she has out the window. Each deep pounding makes the shield resonate a deep ring sound, refracting little by little. She turns her head to yours, and you lock lips once more. No longer blocked by the mask, you explore her entire mouth tasting each crevice. Her tongue seems just as eager for you as well. A particularly deep pump makes her break the kiss and wail out in pleasure. Ramming harder and faster, you can hear the shield weaken little by little. Lanaya bites her lower lip and covers her mouth, trying to muffle her cries of joy. With one rabid blast, the shield breaks open and releases a burst of energy. This sends you both into overdrive as you both orgasm in unison. The mouth of her womb opens up and waits for your thick payload. You can feel each wave of semen flow out your cock inside, impregnating her for sure. A final snap of the psionic trap beneath your feet releases a blast of light that blinds you for a moment. You rub your eyes and look for the mysterious woman. The only affect that remains proof of your encounter is the juices painted on the floor below.